Book 2
It's been a year since The Judgment Day.
A lot has changed since then.
Sam's trapped in the cage with Lucifer and Michael and nothing's been the same since that day.
And of course, a lot has changed between Dean and Elena.
Are they gonna...
I jumped up when i heard music blaring in my room. Highway to Hell was playing. I pointed a gun at the intruder and rolled my eyes annoyed when i saw that it was Dean.
He nodded "nice reflexes. Better hair"
Me "i could have shot you-hold on, i sould've shot you"
Then i yawned "Why aren't you sleeping? we got in like two hours ago"
Dean shook his head "no tired. And we got work to do, so put on your dancing shoes, and let's boogie"
He threw a pair of shoes at me and walked ro the door.
Me "how did you get in here? I locked the door when we got home"
Dean turned to me "i picked the lock"
Then he walked out.
In the control room.
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I walked into the room and yawned "It's still dark outside, Dean, what the hell could you possible want at this hour?!"
Sam was already sitting at the table with his face in his hands, trying to get some sleep. Dean was standing there packing the bag. The Blade was in front of him on the table and i froze a little.
Dean grimaced "Geez, Lena, i forgot how how moody you get when someone wakes you up"
I rolled my eyes.
Sam "Dean"
Dean "i called Cass. He said there's something going down in Missouri. "
Sam "what kind of something?"
Dean "He said he couldn't talk about it over the phone"
Sam "why?"
Dean "Because he is a weird guy, okay? He's a weird, dorky, little guy. But he happens to have an army of angels behind him, and, even though i hate to say it , if we're gonna take a shot at Metatron, they might be useful"
He wrapped the first blade into a cloth.
I eyed it "do you think we need the First Blade? can't we just leave that here?"
Dean "We talked about this, and we decided that-"
I shook my head "no, no, no, no, we didn't decide anything. You did. "
Dean nodded "okay, i decided that a hockey stick that can kill anything might come in handy, so sue me"
I shot him a look.
He offered it to me "You wanna carry it? hm? make sure i don't take advantage of it?"
I tensed a little "Dean, do i have to remind you what happened the last time you wanted a Blade from me?"
